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[littleonewhosteals]

Hi! It's Rags! Don't fucking type anything.

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Spam

[shallnotrejoice]

This time it's Josh at Rags' door in the middle of the night, but without the thoughtfulness/ability to pick the lock, he has to settle for thumping the on the door instead.

Re: Spam

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags opens the door, instantly alert but confused when he sees Josh. "What the fuck?"

He steps back to let him in and flips on the light.

audio | mid-flood

[omniavincit]

[ It's late when Larry leaves, and William feels lonely in his own head. Unsteady too, like a drunk who falls asleep at the bar, wakes to find everything around him closed down. ] You okay?

I haven't heard much from the vents.

audio | mid-flood

[littleonewhosteals]

Yeah.

Been in and out of my fucking body.

spam;

[allgotrabies]

She follows her nose to the vent he was last in and sits down. "Hey! I didn't know you worked for free. Bad business idea around here. Come get your paycheck."

Re: spam;

[littleonewhosteals]

He snorts from inside the vent. "Fuck off. I got caught. You don't have to pay me out of pity."

He is in full out pouting mode at the moment. Definitely feeling sorry for himself.

[after his discussion with Tess]

[lone_horse]

[ Kiryu isn’t the type to sit on things, and he’s also not the sort who’ll use his communicator when he can go there himself. That’s why he takes the elevator up to the deck, then heads for the greenhouse; he’s headed for someone in particular, but he takes the same care he had while Rags was in his body not to stomp the ground or any of the plant life.

He is going to start with what he feels is most important. ]

How’s your head?

Re: [after his discussion with Tess]

[littleonewhosteals]

[There's a bruise already flowering on his jaw as he looks up to Kiryu from where he's angrily poking at the dirt.]

It fucking hurts.

[Then:]

Aw, did she snitch? Rat fuck bitch.

audio

[lone_horse]

I have your payment for the week.

Whenever you have the time to come by for it.

Re: audio

[littleonewhosteals]

Only if I don't have to talk about anything.

right after port

[shallnotrejoice]

u ok?

[He thinks that should be simple enough to get away with in just text.]

Re: right after port

[littleonewhosteals]

ok

u ok

[Texting is mighty suspicious, bud.]

Immediately after port end

[brotherblack]

[He's not a fan of the network at the best of times, and right now is very much not the best of times, but Rags wasn't in his cabin when he checked after removing himself from the infirmary and checking on Zhao Yunlan and, as he's shamefully weak and exhausted despite the return of his dark energy, he's resorting to this for checking on the boy. It's audio only, he knows his pallor is alarming, and his voice is almost rigidly steady.]

Are you safe? Are you well? [He remembers the hunger and the rage building, remembers the horrifying realization that he was losing control, remembers fleeing the research station in the hope that he could protect those seeking shelter there from himself... and then he remembers nothing but vague flashes of rage and hunger and blood and violence. He doesn't know who he killed, just that he did, and he's terrified to find out, but he reaches out anyway.]

[littleonewhosteals]

[It takes him just a little bit to answer. He doesn't even have his communicator until after Taylor's back, until she's settled, until he's been able to watch her breathe.]

Yes. Shit, I'm fine.

Spam - Kiryu's cabin

[skitter]

It's late, when Taylor taps quietly at Rags' door in Kiryu's cabin.

"You up?"

Re: Spam - Kiryu's cabin

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags was actually just getting ready for bed, but he at least has pants on when he opens the door for her. "Mostly," he tells her, gesturing for her to come in. "Something wrong?"

His sleeping mat on the floor is already arranged with his blankets and, if she looks closely, what looks suspiciously like a stuffed animal (though the animal looks a little between a cat and a bear) right beside his pillow. Otherwise, his room is a little bare. There's a desk with tools and a small car, taken apart, along with his books in a pile, and an iPod looking contraption in the corner on top of a pile of pillows.

Action, after port but before his canon-update

[fifthofthecovenant]

His magic is back, and once he's not hurting anymore from it being gone, and has spent a day poking around the library looking for likely books that might help (and sticking them in his room so he doesn't lose track of them again), Chase hunts down Rags one afternoon.

It takes a while; he's not super great with tracking spells unless the person is related to him, and he hasn't thought to try and work out where Rags usually hangs out. So when he finally finds him, he's impatient and already has a spider out, crawling along his fingers. "Hey. You busy?"

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags crawls out from a vent in front of him, surprised to see him but not overly concerned. "Hey," he grins, though he's definitely distracted.

He notices the spider first, then looks to Chase's face. "Oh yeah. Super busy all the fucking time doing absolutely fucking nothing," he snorts. "What's going on?"

AUDIO: PRIVATE

[madaboutit]

"Oi, Shitbird. You 'round?"

AUDIO: PRIVATE

[littleonewhosteals]

I'm around.

...everything alright?

after the pairing announcement comes out

[lone_horse]

Are you and Taylor all right?

[littleonewhosteals]

Yeah. I'm on my way to see her now with her fucking file.

Are you alright? I guess you get a whole fucking month off.

TEXT

[madaboutit]

Told my warden to fuck off. Don't regret it. He's a cunt. Just felt like you should know.

[Sweeney's not sure why, other than the fact he's a warden now and is basically the only person he trusts to call people on their dumbass bullshit. Because Rags understands him.]

Audio

[littleonewhosteals]

Read it to me, you forgetful fucker.

[It's said fondly, though. He can read a few of those words and it doesn't sound great.]

very very late at night

[lone_horse]

Rags? You're still here, yes?

[ His voice is more than a little worried. ]

[littleonewhosteals]

...yeah.

[Then, as he fully wakes up.]

Shit! Kazuma. You're back.

Sleepover at Rags'

[skitter]

Taylor's brought ingredients. She's got access to three kitchens now, so its Rags' turn for her to make a mess.

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags hasn't touched his kitchen since he got it. It's just another door that he has, another room he doesn't use. It's modern, to match the rest of the place, and he hangs off the side of the bunk bed, upside down, to watch her.

"What are you making?"

Audio

[statementfuckingends]

[Well, Taylor's been left alone in the spa to set up their secret bug coffer. Might as well check in about that while he regrets everything anyway.]

Rags, right? Mind if I bother you for a minute, warden to warden?

Re: Audio

[littleonewhosteals]

No, I've changed it to Silks. [Amused, but wary.]

What's wrong?

[draculabutbackwards]

Fair warning, someone from home has turned up and seems to have more or less moved himself into my cabin. Should you break in to keep in practice, you might find a sort of shaved bear muttering drunkenly. You can probably just walk around him.

[littleonewhosteals]

Oh.

I probably just won't. Who?

voice

[brushoff]

Helloooo~

Dorian Gray here, you're the warden in charge of the greenhouse, right?

[ his tone of voice is very much 'guess who's gonna ask Rags for a favor?' ]

Re: voice

[littleonewhosteals]

The making food part, yeah. Why?

[skitter]

Hey. When you're feeling up to anything, I have a request for the Admiral that's probably best via you?

I need an absolutely stupid amount of butterflies.

[littleonewhosteals]

Neat! Why? I'm gonna ask anyway, but now I want to know.

And how much is a stupid amount? Because I think seven is a stupid number of butterflies.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oy. Just wanted to let you and a few other people know that there's someone on this ship who can mimic me and probably others. Found him beating up on Dorian wearing my face.

So if we see each other, maybe it's best if we come up with a code word, or you ask me a question that only I'd know the answer to.

[littleonewhosteals]

Oh what the fuck. I thought it was only Norton he was turning into. That's what the Zero Warden said, anyway. That he thought it was Norton. But I guess he can change into anyone.

What kind of code word? Got something in mind?

She started typing this, then thought better of it, and it's audio.

[skitter]

I need to go down to Zero to visit Jacobi.

[littleonewhosteals]

Need?

Audio because Sweeney actually remembered not to text

[madaboutit]

"Hey. Shitbird. Ya around?"

Re: Audio because Sweeney actually remembered not to text

[littleonewhosteals]

Depends on what you mean by around.

What's up?

[draculabutbackwards]

Meet me by the enclosure when you have a minute?

[He's nervous, but he's pretty sure this is a decent idea. It certainly can't be worse than morose silence and listlessness that goes on a fucking year.]

[littleonewhosteals]

I have a lot of minutes. I'll be there in a few.

[And he actually takes a nice bath for this and has his hair brushed because isn't that what people do for these sorts of things? He really isn't sure, but he did get some advice.

And so he shows up to the Enclosure, trying not to seem as nervous as he feels.]

[skitter]

She's had this one before - there's a sick sense of familiarity as Taylor sprints through the empty decks of the ship, flooding her bugs into every vent, every room she can reach. But so many of them are locked, are out of her range.

And he could be behind any one of them. She can hear him screaming, but she can hear him everywhere, there's no way to narrow it down. So she searches. And searches. And searches.

The bugs in their jars and tanks on her side of their cabin hum and rattle, trying to escape to obey the commands of her sleeping mind, but only the gu are free to do it, and they find Rags immediately, hundreds of legs climbing over his arms, curling around his wrists.

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags sits up with a jolt at the feeling of many legs on his skin. "Hey, hey, hey!" he tells them, trying to peel them off gently. "I know we've talked about this. C'mon, Jaws."

He reaches over to Taylor, suddenly worried about what she could be dreaming about to have such a sudden reaction. "Hey, wake up. It's just a nightmare."

Like three minutes after the breach ends, voice

[draculabutbackwards]

[He sounds hurried, flustered, and a bit... flat.]

Feel free to say no, or later, but would you mind if I came to your room to... bats for a bit? I'll cook you something the moment I feel up to it. And, uh, again, no is fine, if you have your own... Right.

Re: Like three minutes after the breach ends, voice

[littleonewhosteals]

[Equally distant:]

Yeah. It's alright. Door's unlocked for you.

[Voice]

[reformedsinner]

Do you have any little pots and extra soil in the greenhouse? I've found a head of garlic in the pantry that's sprouting, and I'm going to try planting it.

Re: [Voice]

[littleonewhosteals]

Sure fucking do. Do you want to keep it with us in the greenhouse or try it in your room?